Chapter 1: BPOV
I got out of my last photography critique a lot earlier than planned. Summer Vacation is officially ON! Hopefully Jacob would be ready to get on the road when I get home so we can get to Florida sooner than later. I've missed my mom. Ever since I moved to Forks my junior year of high school, we've seen each other just a few times a year, even less now when I started college a couple of years ago. Jacob and I decided to move-in together after my first year in college. My dad was pretty happy that Jake and I ended up together...I guess he was hoping for it all along.
As I was walked into our apartment, I could hear Jake moaning.
"Does someone need some help?" I said, grinning.
"What the fuck! Shit! Bella's home!" I hear Jake in a panicked voice.
I open the bedroom door and I see I gorgeous girl with soft curly, chocolate brown hair, naked as the day she was born frantically trying to put her clothes on.
"Bells! I swear it's not what it looks like!" Jake says, while attempting to put his pants on.
"Really?! And pray tell me, what exactly IS going on?!" I yelled, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to come pouring out.
"This is Nessie, our neighbor from the apartment below us. She got locked out of her apartment and...." Jake stammered.
"...and what?! She thought she could unlock her front door with your dick?! Is that what's going on?" I screamed.
"FUCK YOU, JAKE! I'm leaving and your ass better be out of this apartment by the time I get back, or I swear to god I will fucking hurt you!"
With one last look at the both of them I stormed out of our apartment. Thankfully I had packed and loaded my things in my truck the night before.
What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened.
I knew that Jake and I haven't been fucking as much as we used to but school has been kicking my ass on top of my job as a photographer's assistant but still! He said he understood. He was supportive and I love...loved him for it. I guess I thought wrong.
Who the fuck was that whore fucking him? Our neighbor?! I've never seen her in our building. What the fuck am I going to tell Charlie? Shit! I have to call Renee and Charlie.
"Mom? Are you there? Pick up, please?" I manage to croak out. Damn Renee and her screening calls!
"Bella? Honey? Are you ok?" she finally picks up.
"I'm ok mom. Listen, I'm on my way to Jacksonville. I'm by myself. I'll be there probably in a couple of days since I'm driving by myself." Saying it as quickly as I can before I lose control of my emotions again.
"By yourself? What happened to Jake? Is he not coming?" My mom asks, full of concern. Ha! Concern! If she saw what I saw she would probably skin him alive.
"Yeah, mom. Long story I'll tell you when I get there ok? I just need to concentrate on driving." I need to get as far away from Washington as quick as I can.
"Ok, Bella. Be safe and call me and give me travel updates. Love you"
Damn. This is going to be the longest drive of my life. I guess I'll call Charlie when I get to Florida.